Remembrance Day always brings conflicting thoughts. It’s not an easy day. Not easy because I will not be ungrateful for the sacrifices made in war, but I&...
I live on the ordinary margins. And not in any marginal way, no, in quite an ordinary way.I sit down easily in an ordinary day, feel the ordinariness down to my...
As long as my breath still catches in my throat at a tinge of pink on the western horizon at sunrise—I’m good. I’m really not sure I want to live wi...
I wake up, it’s light, there’s a slight wind slipping through the trees, and above these, is that purity of blue that arrives with a clear morning. ...